aggression | luke hemmings

Chapter Seventy One

Luke's POV

"Please Heather. Just tell me," I beg. I've been waiting all day for her to tell me when I can leave this state and see Becca again. Hearing her on the phone this morning was awful. I loved her voice, don't get me wrong, but hearing how shaky she was hurts me and I have the worst feeling in the pit of my twisted stomach. Something happened, and I was not there to save her.

Heather sighs, threading her fingers through her ginger hair, but nodding. "Truth is, I don't know. But I know you love her and I will go and find out when we can go back to PA."

"Thank you so much," I sigh, smiling a bit. Heather nods. I walk away from her rental house and toward mine. She was still not feeling well so I had to talk to her at her house instead of the office, in which I talk to her under most circumstances.

I push open my front door and step inside, trudge to my small bedroom, and plop down onto the bed. I stare at the ceiling for what feels like ages until my phone beeps.

Hey, how's Cali? Dylan texted me.

Horrid. I respond.

Aw:( That sucks. I'm out camping with Livi. I hope things turn up for you, but I have to go cause we're gonna go swimming in the lake. Bye! He texts several minutes later.

I shut my phone off and start stripping my clothes off, getting ready for a shower. So then I hop in and sit on the floor whilst the water soaks into me.

I miss her like mad. I love her like I love breathing. More than that, actually. I'm upset, in pain, worried, dying. This couldn't get any worse. All I need is to see her in person, to see those beautiful blue eyes and straight brown hair. To admire her perfect bony figure. Yes, bony, because she doesn't eat much even with the help of those pills...I wonder if she's still taking them? If she's attempted suicide again? I damn well hope not. If so then I'm going to dive head first off a cliff and die, too.

The thoughts keep me distracted and I snap out of that long trance when I shiver. The water's run cold and I cannot sit in here any longer so I stand up after turning the knobs to shut off the water. I wring my hair out and wrap the towel securely around my hips.

Heather packed me a ton of sweats and black t-shirts, so I grab one of each and put them on lazily, along with a beanie. A white one. The white one. The white beanie Becca and I both bought the day we met at the mall, that day changed everything. That day led up to me admitting my love to Becca and she confessing the same thing, it led up to us moving into the apartment, me proposing, our marriage, having a son, and now. I wish she were here with me, laying in this memory foam bed and cuddling into me as I rub her back and play with the ends of her long hair. We'd have music in the background and I would stare down at her. Everything would be okay. It would be normal. Becca would be happy. Her happiness powers mine, so this is why I am so sad at the moment. Because she is not happy and I am not kissing away all those unwanted tears that belong to her.

It is 9:52 PM, so I close my eyes and drift into my dreams.

I am startled awake by my phone ringing. I groan and sit up, rubbing my eyes, and answer it.

"Hello?" I croak.

"Luke? Why do you sound so sleepy? It's already 10. Oh, by the way, it's Heather," My manager greets. What a nice way to start the morning. "You do not have to work today, but I have fantastic news for you!"

"Shoot," I exhale.

"We're going home next week!"

My eyes widen in excitement and I feel wide awake. I stand up and fist pump, making my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth soon after the call.